Mutation Zone: No Entry

Question: Suppose you had to enter the last game you played and survive for thirty days. After completing the mission, you could bring everything you gained in the game back to reality. Would you do it?

Gu Feiyang: The game I've been hooked on lately only has injuries, not death. My inventory even has hundreds of thousands of gold bricks, millions of gold ingots, and a 40,000-square-meter manor. When do I get to transmigrate into something this good?

But the very next morning, Gu Feiyang really did transmigrate.

The bad news: he had landed in an apocalyptic world full of mutations.

The insects underground, the plants on the surface, and the birds and beasts above could all kill people.

The surviving humans were forced to become cave dwellers, hiding inside all kinds of underground shelters.

The good news: the game's homestead system had come with him.

Even though it was only a homestead system, its rules stated that nothing could enter the homestead without the owner's permission.

That meant that as long as he stayed home, he would be the safest person around.

Gu Feiyang: "No problem. I can keep hiding."

System: "Host, please work hard to upgrade your homestead and unlock the 40,000-square-meter plot as soon as possible."

* * *

Thirty years after the mutations began, people had long since gotten used to living underground.

Though the underground was becoming increasingly unsafe, it was still safer than the surface as long as they kept reinforcing their shelters.

But at some point, traces of human life began appearing on the surface.

A vast manor had appeared in the most dangerous mutation zone. As long as its owner did not allow it, no one could set foot on his land.

When flying mutated beasts attacked, they crashed into invisible walls.

Plants growing nearby became unusually docile.

When a ferocious swarm of insects advanced, the manor's owner stood at the front and calmly said, "I don't allow it."

The swarm vanished like water meeting a sea of sand, as if by divine miracle.

Even the most powerful mutation users couldn't do this.

It had to be the greatest miracle fate had bestowed upon humanity.

System: "Congratulations, Host, on successfully protecting 100,000 survivors. Your final mission is now available:"

"Let me descend."

Theme: There are no gods here